The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1887-03-17

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| TALLAnAssEx. PA, March l.--fspecisi Cos.
respondsnce,l-The thermometer b at 60 , In
the shade. That may he looked upon n 4 prs,
saic SsH Htenent but Il contains the very poetry .,
Life With The Thermometer at 60 in lhs
shade, windows are open, heavy-stu6 eow M are
cast aside for the frtehtst OF muklias de Ijciuus
sounds 6aai to ones ear The cries ui birds snatches
OF song, distant musical darky Gala csscks crow
ing-all the ordinary noises beau1ed BY ihs
soff air.
This is true everywhere, but most or an IN
Florida, where climate makes The man. We sic
about here In Tallahassee on the wide galleries
Of the hotel htile lislltssly A glass Of lerinn-
ade. made with the delightful sldiiion of s,ur
orange, her. and there bnif opened book, or .
nien'e existence. The younger. mere energetic
| 81 the party, are OF on fOx-hunt, and We hear
| the sound Of horns in the distance. Fans and
| novels are forgotten. We lean over the balcony
ratings, our eyes riveted on the brow of The hill
near by. Suddenly the cavalcade sweeps over
| II toward us. -
A pretty sighll Twenty-four rilers, nineteen
bounds moving in procession towards us To the
glad music OF horns and laukhier. The master Of
the hounds Leads The way with beauliful girl
by his side. We see with joy that the brush
swings trumphantly from Lena's ear Now
Lena in ha hav rho
ries this queen OF love, beauty, and the chase
Miss Josephine HoughlelDg. Of Chicago. We
all clap our hands With Joy al this new honor
heaped upon our lovely friend. Miss Laura
Houghteling Is among the riders ais, with her
father. Ar. and Mrs. Carroll Livingston and Dr.
Kenny, Of New York, Mrs. King of the army,
and Edward Mason, Jr, OF Chicago The rest
are SOutherDers, who are rs much nj home ON
their horses as if they were born centaurs- A
dozen voices take up the tale, in which such
country diiches," fences" "at last we saw the
fox" are dislinguishable-for we do not hunt
anise-seed in Florida. be il understood but live,
shrewd sharlInosed foxes Then the party rides
of. to take position under the great oaks for
photograph. and we return 10 our fans. A vis-
ion Of you poor unforiunates, rubbing your noses
and ears, and covering over open registers rises
to our plying minds as We languidly sip our
lemonade
But the fox hunt deserves more than this cur
sorry mention-or the fox huns-for sport is one
OF the pleasures in lite that bears repetition. The
other day one of the little red victims was freed
by the dogs, and il was sight not to be forgot
ten. II was In a grove of live oak, and my
knowledge Of the country and desire for artistic
accessories induced me 10 add q few glossy
leaved magnolia trees To the scene, Ia give local
color. Light and shadow fell through The leaves
on the bays, and rOans. and sorrels, and on the !
pretty faces and brigandesque haia You can
feel II If you cannot see IT, AT the least, you eau
hear il, can't you! Painting horses, baying
hounds, laughing voices, the horn, an undertone
Of breeze in the ,ree,ops, and overhead the
pluck.y' wide eyed red fox waiting for his death
There are grave old Judges, and Governors.
and Colonies, and their charming, stately wives
and daughters and manly set of young men,
left to uphold the family names and houor.
And there are glories besides those of The past.
Each morning fine old silver trays are handed
in by smiling negroes laalen with japhnIcas,
and violets, and roses, from the family gardens,
gifts TO the various guests of the ho,el-msst
frequently TO the bellies The japonics are now
in full bloom, and anything more lovely than
one Of these burning bushes II would be hard 10
find. There il one tree in particular. belnnging
TO Colonel Gamble, standing elise TO his hospit-
Sble DOORWAY, that beggars description. The
trees in the Arabian Nights or IN the Garden
of Eden alone might rival H. Bur flowers grUW
even by the wayside. The road il dotted with
violels. and yesterday robin redbreasi, taking
his solitary, stately walk among ihem touchsd
first my sense of the beautiful and then OF ihe
ridiculous. Robins and viules are surely synn-
nyms for spring and lovelincss, hut this round,
fai, puffy fellow, with his aldermanic chest, set
ON such slender lege, Was very human ansi there
was an air nf importance in The creaiure-that
as il after all be and the vioe's represented Gre
ation-thai set me laughing in my pride. until
suddenly reflected that my horse and / were
pssing as worms Of the dust TO Greater Mind,
and my own musings nigh; be hnked upon as
the last drexs OF commonplace ihonght. -
To make break far facts sgaini One Of the
evenis Of the seasonVhere has been n pink tea
held Tor The benefit Of the public library. Every
thing no be sold was of pink. and there we're
claret, sherbei, pink irosting To the cakes, pink
flowers and cheeks galore. This tea was sug-
grs,ed by a pink dinner given here lately. in
pink-eain tie under the presumably blu>hing
chin of the host Fashions freaks prevail even
here, you see.
Some of these pretty girls took part in The
airical entertainment lately. David Gsrrick"
was put upon the stage, and was followed by Q
very clever little farce with an execrAhlc lille:
Freezing His Mo,her-in Law" The jke
about the mother-in-l law is too inherently vulgar
and TOO old to be commented upon, but The
farce is most ingenious in construction. and was
admirably acted, more particularly the part Of
born comedian with all the simplicity, ease and
humorous grimace that distinguish the natural
aclnr.
The Leon Hotel is q neutrality-suspicious., neat as
wax, with q very good cuisine. Mr. Oglesby,
the proprietor, 10 thoughtful and obliging. and
does everything possible for the comfort of his
guests Morally. he sends of most delightful
lunch baskets with the picnic parties, as some
of Us can testify. Ten congenial souls wandered
III the other day, drivingOr riding, and followed
like an army, with . wagon Of provisions,
through the pines and past plantations, to Brad
forti's pont. On the hills overlooking the lakes
we camped and ate and drank, and were much
merrier than the average pleasure-secker of that
sort can be. For there Is nothing vulgar un-
dersiand. about winter picnic. An excursion
In mid February. with the peach trees In full
bloom and the violcts growing at your feet, does
not suggest either the 4th OF July or Sunday
schnol excursion. as . summer day ont OF doors
up North has fatal tendency to d. There was
No such element about US. We ale iced oranges
from The big pail OF iced wafer and the more
sensible man OF us all gave us some spirited
the man Of the world confessed that be had Kent
ent passed ihe pickles in . lively manner; the
girls looked their prettiest, and sitting under
pine trees with cushions and red Umbrella
formed series Of delightful tabieaux yivania
In short, everything was as it should have heen.
and ten idenshies-bundles OF impressions ff,,m
| New York, Chicagn, Paris. clubs, balis tIie
world-fell happily into the spirit Of the place
AZ II they were naturally born 10 Il. q
One rOf our Northern friends confessed thas
| tallahassee was 80 Intimately copn~cted In the
| mind with the geography lessons OF her child